Blog Post #3: Summary and Choice of Analysis 

Emma Anderson

Melinda Schroeder

English 101

20 October 2016

Fish Cheeks

In the article “Fish Cheeks”, by Amy Tan, the author depicts a Chinese American girl who is at odds with her culture. The girl tries desperately to assimilate into basic white American life and her family and their deeply rooted Chinese culture will not allow for it. As the girl is battling her family’s way of life, the girl’s mother teaches her a very valuable lesson. This lesson is we are who we are and it is better to except who we are and where we come from because it is never going away.

Superman and Me

In the article “Superman and Me”, by Sherman Alexie, he talks about his own life and where his love for literature began. The author states that his father had an intense love for reading and because of that, Alexie grew to love literature as well. As a child, he started reading superman comic book and teaching himself how to read. This action sparked a fire in his desire for more knowledge.  The author discusses cultural serotypes, particularly the Indian culture. Alexie grew up and became a successful writer in spite of the limited education he received in his youth.

My Choice

The article I chose for the summary and analysis essay is “Superman and Me”, by Sherman Alexie. The reason I chose this article is because he writes in great detail about a series of events that shaped his life. “Fish Cheeks”, only discusses one isolated event. Having more information in the article “Superman and Me”, makes it easier to identify with the author vs. a small amount of information given in “Fish Cheeks”.

Works Cited

Tan, Amy. “Fish Cheeks.” The Bedford Reader. Ed. X. J. Kennedy et al. 12^th ed. Boston: Bedford, 2014. 110-111. Print.

Alexie, Sherman. “Superman and Me.” The Bedford Reader. Ed. X. J. Kennedy et al. 12^th ed. Boston: Bedford, 2014. 582-585. Print.

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Blog Post #2

Emma Anderson

Melinda Schroeder

English 101

6 October 2016

Paradise

As I step off the plane, I feel the humidity take over like a wet sticky film. The air is thick with it and my skin immediately starts to plump like a marshmallow. I walk off the tarmac and into a moderately cooler environment, but the humidity is no less intense. When I reach for my passport I realize that if I do not hurry, I will be run over by the rushing tourists with their little-used flip flops and disposable cameras. This experience has not changed much from the original encounter, even after fourteen trips. Change is not something that this place is known for. This place manages to hold on to the old timeless ways of life. Only occasionally, does the twentieth century rear its head to randomly appear, usually when I least expect it. As I walk away from the inner chaos and swirl of bodies, I recognize the familiar smells of a third world city welcoming me home. The mild smells of sewer and fuel are overpowered by the tantalizing, basic smells of skewered meat spiced with tarragon and chili. The smell of citrus fruit is everywhere with a hint of cucumber and lime. Usually, it takes me less than five minutes to find a fruit stand offering my favorite treat. There is nothing in this world as delicious as a sweet ripe, dripping mango on a stick drenched in lime juice. The mango becomes a cushion between me and the roaring engines and the honking horns and the traffic whistles. This juicy bliss will carry me away from the airport, down the highway and through the jungle to paradise.

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